Wang Ye's Lively Home

As the mail coach left, Zhou Han withdrew her expressionless gaze from the window upstairs.

She silently came to the door of Wang Ye's home, which opened automatically.

That familiar energy, so it really was here...

Silently sensing the residual energy fluctuations in Wang Ye's room, Zhou Han's eyes flashed with contemplation as she kept pacing around in Wang Ye's house.

After a long time...

A figure flashed by outside the door.

An expressionless person identical to Wang Ye walked in.

Looking at the figure, Zhou Han's eyebrows furrowed slightly and she gave him a deep look before leaving Wang Ye's room right in front of him.

The figure then slowly sat down on Wang Ye's sofa, turned on the TV, and watched silently.

On his abdomen was a particularly horrifying unhealed wound.

One could vaguely see his internal organs gently churning inside, giving off an icy aura.

Back at her home, Zhou Han's gaze went empty for a moment before returning to normal.

She looked at the clock on the wall and sighed helplessly.

At the suburban cemetery, in front of Grave #5,

Li Hongtian smiled as he took out chunks of flesh from his backpack and arranged them in front of the grave.

As wisps of black mist were sucked into his body, the eyes hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses gradually turned red.

Almost there...

Finally...almost there.

Li Hongtian murmured to himself, taking one last deep look at the tombstone with a smile at the corner of his mouth before leaving slowly.

The cracks on the tombstone deepened again.

One could vaguely hear furious roars coming from deep within the tombstone.

In just two hours, the city of Lin'an appeared far in Wang Ye's field of vision.

Because he didn't take the official route opened up by Tianzuo, but instead took a shortcut through the barren lands relying on the postal service's abilities, his speed was very fast.

In the distance, one could see a group of people standing outside Lin'an with deeply furrowed brows.

The atmosphere was very tense.

Sighing slightly, Wang Ye stopped the mail coach.

No matter whether the Lin'an incident was resolved or not, the intelligence of his appearance in Lin'an would eventually end up on Zhang ZiLiang's desk.

Rather than face questioning afterwards, he might as well come clean ahead of time.

But in the eyes of others, it was as if Wang Ye had appeared out of thin air.

Seeing Wang Ye's sudden appearance, all their gazes were full of vigilance. In just a few seconds, several domineering psychics surrounded Wang Ye.

Beijing City, Logistics Department, Captain of Team A, Wang Ye.

Wang Ye raised both hands slightly to indicate he meant no harm, then slowly took out his work pass from his pocket and held it up.

It's Wang Ye, I can vouch for him. Not far away, a psychic's eyes lit up as he said softly.

He was sent from Beijing City to assist, I saw Wang Ye at the headquarters meeting before, and I know his strength is unfathomable.

The vigilance in everyone's eyes gradually disappeared.

A middle-aged man walked over.

Wang Ye vaguely recalled seeing this middle-aged man at a previous meeting, he seemed to be a high-level member of Tianzuo as well.

"Hello, Liu Zheng."

Liu Zheng and Wang Ye shook hands lightly: "Did Zhang ZiLiang send you?"

There was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Wang Ye shook his head slightly: "No, I came on my own to take a look."

Liu Zheng nodded, his gaze towards Wang Ye showing a trace of appreciation, then as if thinking of Zhang ZiLiang again, his face turned ugly and he snorted coldly with dissatisfaction.

"I knew it, that old fox Zhang ZiLiang!

Lin'an is about to be destroyed, yet he didn't send a single person!

That cold-blooded bastard, when I get back this time, I will impeach him for sure!"

One could see that Liu Zheng had communicated with Zhang ZiLiang before, but got rejected.

Wang Ye remained silent.

In his position, whatever he said now would be inappropriate.

After a long time, Liu Zheng finally sighed slightly: "Actually...perhaps he was right, we currently cannot enter Lin'an City.

This ghost domain is too powerful.

Those who tried to enter eventually walked out inexplicably by themselves."

Speaking, a trace of pain flashed across Liu Zheng's eyes as he looked towards Lin'an despairingly: "You coming here...shows good intentions.

But...Lin'an City, perhaps, really can't be saved."

Taking a deep breath, Liu Zheng forced himself to calm down and patted Wang Ye on the shoulder: "Anyway, thanks for the trouble."

"I can go in."

Wang Ye's expression remained as calm as ever as he spoke.

"What?" Liu Zheng's eyes widened gradually, looking at Wang Ye full of joy.

"Are you sure!?"

Wang Ye nodded slightly: "That's why I came."

"Can you bring people in with you?" Hope filled Liu Zheng's eyes.

Wang Ye shook his head.

Although he could bring people in on the mail coach and make multiple trips, this...would expose his biggest secret.

Most importantly...

Wang Ye had already roughly grasped the strength of everyone present.

The ones sent from the various city branches of Tianzuo were not the top fighters. At least among the three team captains from Beijing City, apart from himself, none had come.

This was also why Liu Zheng could be grateful to him.

What surprised Wang Ye the most was the self-organized civilian teams, of which there were quite a few.

But...

For those at this level of strength to get caught up in an event of this scale, it was akin to suicide.

After all, they couldn't even get into the city.

Even he himself would probably die with a high probability.

Wang Ye laughed mockingly to himself.

This was the biggest gamble since his rebirth, right?

Succeed, gain initial usage rights of the postal service and save countless ordinary people.

Fail, die.

Thinking about it, it really seemed rather exciting.

The madness in Wang Ye's eyes grew increasingly stronger, an insane smile at the corner of his mouth. He turned around, got back into the mail coach, stepped on the gas, and charged into the thick fog shrouding Lin'an City.

Watching as Wang Ye suddenly disappeared, Liu Zheng fell silent for a while, admiration in his eyes.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and looked towards the many psychics.

"Let us pray for Wang Ye's...safe return."

Safe return.

Safe return...

The countless civilian teams that came voluntarily silently looked in the direction of Lin'an, respect flashing in their eyes.

An S-class paranormal event.

A city full of despair...

At least one young man charged in recklessly...

Tianzuo Headquarters.

Zhang ZiLiang silently put down the phone in his hand, his complexion turning somewhat pale.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the view outside, his expression was complicated. It was a long time before he regained his calm.

Sigh...

A faint sigh echoed softly in his room.

Contained in the sigh was exhaustion and...helplessness.